Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #37
Oh I have perused all Thy alphabets
And all the manner of their wielding,
Lettered in stone and wind-taunted trees,
In bodies broken and in fates whirling.
Oh I have gleaned all Thy words
And their faces vacillating, innumerable,
Planting on utterer…
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #34
Halt, who comes in moments smile bearing,
A gaudy scent daubed for some low allure,
Masking betrayals with trinket of pleasure,
Away villain, bearer of duplicity conniving.
Who dispatched thee on this enterprise,
This devious game to pierce the fallen?
Dost thou box our each pitiable groan
And replay it for pleasure of…